Phillip Graves

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. It was after you were ordered to take out a few men coming after Shepherd, did you take on a few drinks with the squad, all The Shadows celebrating another mission well done, it was a hell of a night, so much so you could barely remember what happened after you took your third drink... or was it your fourth? You weren't able to remember.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Mornin' Darlin'. Sleep in a bit okay?" you heard, recognizing your Commander's voice. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Graves' room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Graves' blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.